| Your life is my blood, Your faith is like mud, You sit and pray all day, At night you stave your hunger away, Animal lust and desire, Your loins are filled with fire, but you still pray all day. “Why?” is this the question that I ask, What is the task? Vanity and self-preservation is all that you see, That's what it looks like to me. Vanity is my favorite sin. With this the dark lord will always win, It is so Cosmopolitian. But wait! A divine spirit doth come about, He's tall, strong, and stout. She beautiful and vivacious. He's the Lord of Light, She's the Princess of Darkness. Duality at it's utmost peak. This is my god: Strong, understanding, and beautiful. Ugly, weak, and totalitarian. In my mind and heart this god lives. He makes me the man I am, She makes me want to be the woman that I'll never be, Together we are free. My God says to me: Yours hates me. I pray. I pray to myself because that is where god lives. You pray. You pray to the sky wishing for your pain to go away. I dwell in the depths of life and what it has to offer, You dwell in a fantasy world where everything is what it seems, Do you know what sets me free? I accept what happens in life and I seek the truth, You scapegoat the innocent for profit, I am who I am, You are what you are told, I may be a walking contradiction, but your an unclean soul, I do admit that I don't know it all. You profess that you have all of the answers, You get it from the start, the beginning of time: Genesis. I throw up a library for discussion, You throw up only one. Do you know what sets me free? My god lives inside of me. |